Kitty. This is indeed serious. Am I to understand that you have both reached that point in courtship when a final answer is required?
Nat. That's exactly the point I have reached.
Tom. It's "going, going, gone" with me.
Kitty. You will both consider my answer final?
Both. We will.
Kitty. No quarrelling, no teasing, no appeal?
Nat. None. (Aside.) I'm sure of her.
Tom. Never. (Aside.) Nat's sacked, certain.
Kitty. Very well. Your attentions, Mr. Harlow, have been very flattering,—your presents handsome.
Nat. Well, I'm not a bad-looking—